It's His Gentle Palm [Campus]

Xia Enru met Gu Yunying for the first time. She had just changed cities because of her father's job. Winter had just ended at that time, and she smelled the smell of spring on the tip of her nose. Young buds emerged from the branches, and she was caught off guard and saw him under the tree. The bright young man squatted under the tree, the sun shining softly in his hair. He smiled and lowered his eyes, scratching the chin of a kitten, and the kitten's tail flicked. Xia Enru met Gu Yunying again after transferring to another school. She followed the class teacher to his side. He was reading a book with his chin propped up on his left hand, his fingers brushing the pages in the sun, and his fingertips were shining in the sun. "Monitor." The head teacher called him. Following the cry, he raised his head and cast his eyes quietly on her. She was so nervous that her palms were sweating: "Hello, hello! I am the new transfer student Xia Enru!" He smiled softly at her nervousness, and then stretched out his hand: "Hello Xia Enru, I am your monitor." Those hands are long, white and clean in the sun. She held his gentle palm for the first time. ​Pre-campus, post-city Desire for survival: The protagonist is an adult and has no romantic relationships before graduating from high school. ——Advance collection of "Snow Light" Ji Peng liked someone, she fell in love with Jiang Jinxue. The poor girl, who was like mud on the ground, fell in love with the snow that was out of reach on the branches. Jiang Jinxue is not as cold as his name at all. On the contrary, he is very rebellious. Unlike everyone who follows the rules, he always attracts attention as he is an alternative and a loner. He was like the center of the earth, and there was never a shortage of boys and girls surrounding him. Ji Peng is an invisible person in the class, and even more so in this world. She has no nagging parents and no friends with whom she can go to the bathroom. Even with no money, I wore my old school uniform even on holidays. She grew up like a weed, and no one ever cared about her or taught her any truth. Until the boy stretched out his hand to her, glanced at the group of gangsters from other schools who were tampering with her, and said with a cold face: "I didn't know, some people started to dare to bully the students in our class!" He took her hand. She hid this love very carefully. The mud on the ground is not worthy of the snow on the branches. She has to be quiet... Quietly... ——Until spring comes. The mud is covered with flowers, and the snow... Melts. Purpose: Bravely face people's emotions